I Don't Remember You Anymore

I can't remember you anymore,
I'm not left with your memories,
of your smile, of your laugh
nor of the way you walk when
you're walking with me. I don't
even know if you were with me. We
were never together. I go to seek
for our place but there was none. I look
at your gifts yet there was nothing. I have
pictures in pixels but somehow the folders
are all empty, or they seem to be empty.

I don't remember you anymore,
the absence of these tangibles don't
speak of ease, nor of simple non-
existence. It never is easier, an affirmation
of what used to be there. Slowly found its way
to melt into nothingness. But you're not nothing.
At some point you were everything and then you
were something. I see colors, i hear songs then I feel
you. I must be numb or dumb. But I know
and I feel and it was real.

I won't remember you anymore.
Did you smile? Did you laugh?
Was that "our" walk?
Where did "we" go?
Were "we" in the picture?
Do you remember?
Was there nothing to remember?
Was there something?
Do you find pleasure
from knowing...

I should not remember you anymore?
I used to, then I had to forget, or pretend
to forget. I did. Forget? No.
Remember? Maybe. What was left to remember
were the questions left unanswered, the emotions
left hanging from the window of uncertainties.

Still, I remember.
I choose not to.
I vow not to.

Learn From My Mistakes

It's been months but it still remians as one of the hottest topics that my friends bring up when we are given with the gift of time to reminisce. I must admit, it was and still is a good story. My friends almost always end up smiling and hopeful after the story is retold. It;s amazing gow it has affected a lot of people, now it has become a sort of standard on how to / not to act in similiar situations. My advice is simple, "Learn from my mistakes." Pain comes from unreserved optimism, it comes from blinded faith, it stems from going all out. Somehow, it reminds one to stop and be aware of the most important condieration, ONE'S Self. Pain becomes one's protection, after all, when you've been subjected to pain, nothing remains to be feared. More pain? You felt it, embraced and survived it... it could not stop you anymore. Every second is an opportunity to begin again, to write a different story or to rewrite what has already been written not to specificially change the ending but to start a whole new journey that hopefully will not end. One may choose to journey with the same characters or to find new protagonists and antagonists.

As for me, I choose to just live and ignore the irregularity of the circumstances. I must.

Asymptotic Relationships

This is all Chubs' fault, he just had to send that geeky math quote about how Math tells three of the saddest love stories, the tangent lines [who met once and never saw each other again], parallel lines [whose lives are the same but will never meet] and the asymptotes [who get closer and closer but will never EVER meet].

It's depressing, especially since I've had my share of asymptotic love stories. It makes me think why asymptotes can never meet, I mean, if they get closer and closer, it's but logical for them to meet right?

I guess it's one of life's mysteries, how two persons can be almost there and yet never really get there. Looking back and thinking of how I could've altered the whole thing makes me wish that I made the right decisions. I could've and would've wanted more. I don't know if my other asymptote did, but I could've and would've given more.

Everybody tells me that I shouldn't let these past asymptotes define me. But somehow they did, he did. That makes it a little more depressing and burdernsome.

Sana may chocolate ka kagabi Ona, nadepress nga ako. =P

Kinilig Ng Konti

Bago pa ako maunahan ni Haze magkwento, sa tingin ko may cute na MBA na actionable document.

Kasalanan nya, umupo sya sa harapan ko at tumanga sa Starbucks. As in "face to face nakakadistract position". At di pa natapos dun, habang nagkkwentuhan kami ni Haze para lang maitago ang pagtawa namin sa ka-weirdohan nya, nakatingin lang sya at nakangiti.

In fairness, cute.

Sana nasa Starbucks sya today.

What Goes on Inside Eunice's Mind

Reality: [inside the hotel room]
Euns: Hey, kamusta last exam.
Euns' Crush: Ok naman... un ethics. [knowing smile]
Euns: Mabuti naman nasagutan mo un ethics mo.
Euns' Crush: Oo naman, inaral ko ng maayos e.

Inside my Mind: [inside the hotel room]
Euns: Hey sweetie, i'm so glad you're here. Kamusta last exam.
Euns' Crush: Ok naman... un ethics. [knowing smile]
Euns: Witty ka talaga, kaya nga I've been crushing on you for three years. Pero, Mabuti naman nasagutan mo un ethics mo.
Euns' Crush: Oo naman, inaral ko ng maayos e.
Euns: Punta ka ba sa After the Bar Party? Pwede ba kita maging date?

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naisip ko lang sa Cab un Inside my Mind scene e. Sayang. Nagbitaw nanaman ako ng salita today sabi ko, "Lord pag nakita ko sya today, yayayain ko na talaga sya maging date ko." So far di ko pa sya nakikita, although alam ko naman na may impossibility kasi nga hello,lasing na lasing sya kagabi diba? Malamang.

The SALUBONG That Was: Raves of a SALUBONG Virgin

Things always fall into their proper places.

The beer did fall and boy it was one helluva party!!!

It rained beer and it sure fell on us, on the floor, the bumping and grinding bodies of all the Ateneans who were eagerly anticipating the arrival of the "more than harassed but so damn excited and more than happy to end the misery" barristers after their last exam. Nasagutan na nila ang mga ETHICS nila. We wanted to calmly wait, we wanted to let the excitement build up until that first barrister comes out but we couldn't. The party started and it didn't stop until every tiny drop of that 5o thousand peso-supply of San Miguel beer drowned us. We didn't forget that it wasn't about us, it was about the BARRISTERS, it was about how we can make them feel how proud we are of them. Never mind that we were on the ground, never mind that the other schools were "literally" looking down at us, it wasn't the original plan but we cheered and yelled and poured beer like we were up there, heaven that is.

Things always fall into their proper places.

The Ateneo Law Students acted as ONE, forming a circle, a circle that was intended as a human barricade to stop the "other schools" from Usurping err, encroaching OUR SPOT. We may be on our feet that afternoon but we weren't feeling LOW, not close, not even a bit. Everyone was on a high. The Law School "Babble" was there, we had the sound system running, eternally playing OUR CHEER. The Ateneo Cheer which I am not really that familiar with, but I tried and I cheered anyway because nothing can be more inspiring than seeing your Law School Friends getting wet and wild together, waiting for the same people that you are waiting for. We were there not because of ourselves alone but mainly because THE BARRISTERS deserve an all-fun, no-fuss and no-drama SALUBONG. The Ateneo delivered.

Divine Intervention always comes when you need it the most. I still think that everything was a blessing in disguise. It was a time for us to realize that we have to be level-headed, mature and open to the possibility of plans getting screwed up.

Life is a play, if nothing bad or at least close to it happens, it's not a good play. Something very complicated and beautiful has to have drama in it. It takes class to rise up to the occasion and still continue to be happy despite the bad actors and actresses that we have to work with or in life's case, live with. Bad actors and actresses are a staple. "Nothing's perfect" and it's their job to make that cliche true. Despite everything, I still am happy that I was there.

We were happy. Congrats to the Ateneo Salubong Committee, to everyone who worked hard the whole month of September, to my "colleagues" in Sunday Ops [especially to Carm and Rams for accepting the understudy position that we offered them], to all the Ateneans who were there to cheer and be merry... to everyone who acted as one for the sake of the true stars of THAT PLAY, the barristers...

Of course, to the barristers who from the outside may be judged as the "pampered ones" but in reality are the MOST HARASSED, MOST TIRED and MOST STRESSED individuals for the past months... CONGRATULATIONS..

Until the next cans of beer are delivered, we shall rest or more appropriately... study again.

It was a good FIRST TIME.

Ateneo Law School's After-the-Bar Party

After-the-Bar Party

29 September 2007, Saturday

Embassy

Tickets are Php 200 each.

All tickets are for pre-selling.

We won't be selling tickets at the gate.

Embassy will be honoring our tickets only until 12mn.

OPEN BAR is from 10 pm-12mn.

Funds raised through this event will be for the benefit of one GK family. We're targetting to raise Php 70,000 to be able to sponsor one house in our GK community. See! You'll be partying for a very noble cause.

If you'd like to buy tickets, you can text me at 0917.5208979 or just corner me when you see me walking along the hallways. I really hope we all support this event!!!

I really hope to see everyone there!

Sincerely,

Tricia Cervantes

Your SC 2007-2008

How Appropriate

---minsan talaga gusto ko na maniwala sa Horoscope ng sobra---

The Bottom Line

Approach things compassionately and with your defenses down. It will create joy.

In Detail

Have you been giving someone the silent treatment? It won't do you much good ... you can't make your point unless you clearly communicate what you are feeling and what you need. People cannot read your mind. So get in touch and clear the air. If you are the one who is getting the silent treatment from someone else, reach out and check in with them. Find out if they are ready to talk. Approach things compassionately and with all your defenses down.

Aww

Dad: Anak, malapit ka na sa pangarap mo... wag mo kakalimutan kung bakit ka nandyan ha. ALam mo na kung ano ang tama at mali.

JOLOGS Talaga Ako

Yesterday, while I was faking my way to studying due to the overflowing guilt that I was feeling for not attending class, Christian Bautista graced Starbucks with his presence.

Gusto nyo ng JOLOGS?

I pretended to read the newspaper while mouthin, "Oh My Gooood." And then, with great effort, tried to eavesdrop on their conversation. I was so tempted to say hi and ask him if I could take his picture or autograph or his heart, whatever, but I didn't. Di ko nga ginawa for Jessica Zafra [whom I love most] kay Christian pa. Still, I CRUSH HIM. Sobra.

Jologs talaga.

And the beer still flows...

Last night was just like any other night this week, we drank, badgered our way to FREE BUCKETS of BEER, SIOMAI and CHISIG and humiliated ourselves enormously. Not to mention the constant baklaan moments, tuksuhan moments, asaran moments and everything that may be considered as "moments".

It started with that eternal promise of "ONE ROUND". By this time, "ONE ROUND" has evolved into a metaphor too, ONE ROUND means, for as long as we have money and the mall's parking lot is open we shall drink our way to liver failure... and if we have to move our cars, there's always BINALOT waiting for us with more than open arms and uhmm, legs. [Eww.]

Side kwento: Of course I felt bad, especially because I got called to recite for Tax in that ONE TIME that I decided not to attend class. Why don't I learn? I'm unlucky, enough said. But it's ok, I stand by my belief that Atty. Gonzalez "might" consider it as my FREE PASS moment. Sana. *keeping fingers crossed* Redemption? I bought two pairs of SALUBONG shoes [meaning, "PWEDE-MABASA-KASI-JELLY-SYA-SO-BRING-IT-ON-BARRISTERS- MAGBASAAN-TAYO-AFTER-THE-BAR" SHOES] Ang saya. Then I got to practice for Salsa, we're learning Seki's [C ba o K?] Officially Missing You steps. Kinda hard, but I'm sure it's gonna look good. Ahlaaaaveeet! It was a fruitful day, non-academic stuff-wise.

[May two cute guys sa tabi ng table namin, umalis sila, akala ni DIale wala
na...]
Diale: Oooy batch, may pagkain pa o! [pasigaw habang tinuturo un natirang
food ng dalawa at hinahatak un isang table nila]
Euns: [horrified look] Batch, nasa likod lang natin sila, umo-order.